[center] [img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/180715/d80bb0fbb433935c1613207a0d09ae3f.png[/img] [Sub] -=Ǝ Time Trials E=- [/Sub] [hider=Summary] (4) | (6) | (5) | (11) | (11) (Empathy & Illusion) | (Duplication) (Enhanced weapon) | (Dual weapon) | (Masculinity) | (Gifted) | (Eternal style) (Awareness) | (Enhanced transformation) (Enhanced transformation) | (ShineSpark) | (Transportation) (Excommunication) | (Vow: Kindness) [/hider] [/center] [sub][right][@Crusader Lord]&[@Ponn]&[@Flamelord]&[@Card Captor]&[@Ariamis][/right][/sub] Aurelio wanted to be surprised that his attempts at striking up conversation fell flat, but seeing as he is still in the middle of an active warzone, he isn’t really. Plus, he’s been in Penrose long enough to be used to things going suddenly pear shaped. Without a spoke word all of his clones break off from those that they were trying to talk with and all start hauling people to the teleporter. Getting them out of here ASAP was top priority now. Because as soon as the civies were free the sooner the rest of them could also make good on getting out of dodge. The only Aurelio not making a mad dash to scoop up sleeping people to safety was in fact the true Aurelio. He was standing right next to the teleporter platform deep in focus. His cane, planted firmly in front of him was a swirl of sickly green. He had a surplus of [color=#AED043][b]Panic[/b][/color] on hand. And a plan to make better use of it. The swirl of green would slowly transition into a bright red cloud hanging about his shoulders. [color=fff79a]“Shows almost over people, but we’ve still got time for one more act.”[/color] He would say to himself as a bright smile over took his face. He would tap his cane sharply on the ground once and the cloud of red would condense and then silently erupt. A wave of that same cheery red would wash over everyone he knew was helping. He would poor as much as he could into it. Keeping enough to keep his clones up and running and one more low-level spell in case of emergencies. And everyone else? They would feel a jolt of [color=ed0a3f][b]Excitement[/b][/color]. A second wind, and an increase to their capabilities. [color=fff79a]“Now is not time for the curtain.”[/color] [hr] Neither Tina or Ellen did much more than they already were doing as Wonderland pressed down upon the shelter. Their magic wasn't built for this set of circumstance anymore, so the only thing they could do was ferry people to safety as quickly as they could. Some of the animals that they had enchanted earlier were assisting as much as they could as well, though the animals weren't able to carry people up the stairs they were dragging them closer to them to cut down on the time it took. It wasn't much, but at the moment seconds were worth everything. [hr] [sub][right][@BrokenPromise][/right][/sub] The Clone would let out a silent sigh as soon as it noticed the illusion settle over it. The Queen of Hearts hadn’t even bothered to take notice of him trying to disrupt the illusion. His time in this fight was over, and he would admit to some annoyance over being made part of the trap against Beacon. But that was simply how it went some times. [color=fff79a]“Give her hell for me I guess”[/color] The clone would say softly, before he popped. Because he did get it, most of the Penrose branch did. The fact that Beacon simply stood aside in regard to Wonderland was a source of vexation for all of them. So, in a fit of pique, because the Ascendancy has never sat well with him, because he is a clone, because he will never know the outcome, because he wanted to do more. He spends the last instant of his existence lining the illusion over him with as much [color=#DE8CC5][b]Confusion[/b][/color] as he can. He hopes it will aid in some small way who ever this interloper is. Make his illusionary double stronger, or more real, or something. Because he wants to help people, and his hands keep feeling tied by the Ascendency. [hr] Panic, fear, shock, lack of air. There were plenty of reason that Dormouse could have fallen unconscious. And perhaps the fact that she woke up at all would come as a surprise to her, but she would. With fleeting memories of the spatial burrow that Robert used to traverse before nothing but black. The room she would find herself in now was plain. A cubic room, twelve by twelve by twelve with seeming florescent lights embedded in the ceiling. The bed she woke up on, more of a cot than a full bed, was nestled in the corner. Most of the room beyond was blank sterile metal, no markers or designs at all. There also didn’t seem to be a door anywhere that could be seen. Nor vents, but there was a soft flow to the air meaning that they had to be there somewhere. The main feature dominating the room was the fact that one of the walls seemed to be entirely consumed by a screen. Though at the moment the only thing it was displaying was a single line of text ‘Voice activated’. Behind that was the bouncing DVD screen saver. There was also a small table at the foot of her bed. It had a water bottle and a small Tupperware container holding a mixed green salad. But that was it. She had been left in this room, by Penny presumably, alone and seemingly cut off from everyone. [hr] [Center] [img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/200312/bd228c426d0da7459764cb788d45b1cd.png[/img] [Sub].:⋮In the Chair⋮:.[/Sub] [/center] [i][-Myra][/i] [sub][right][@PlatinumSkink][/right][/sub] [color=9e0039][u][i]“I figured that was the plan”[/i][/u][/color] Penny would say once Mayra had put some distance between her and the Queen of hearts. [color=9e0039][u][i]“I felt the headset when you moved closer, and you were the only one out there with me.”[/i][/u][/color] She would explain. [color=9e0039][u][i]“Didn’t know about Finn otherwise I might have stuck around”[/i][/u][/color] She would add. [color=9e0039][u][i]“He doing okay?”[/i][/u][/color] [hr] [i][-Kiyome][/i] [sub][right][@Crusader Lord][/right][/sub] [color=9e0039][u][i]“Yeah, I’ve got eyes on them. Plus I know Alicia. She is good people.”[/i][/u][/color] Penny would reply to Kiyome. A note of warmth seeping into her voice as she mentioned Alicia. [color=9e0039][u][i]”Once Myra and Finn are secured don’t stick around. Queen of hearts is being waylaid by unknow party, that is throwing Beacon under the bus at the same time. Could be more hostiles.”[/i][/u][/color] She’d advise the lithe dragon girl once she teleported to her interception point. [hr] [i][-Alicia][/i] [sub][right][@Flamelord][/right][/sub] [color=9e0039][u][i]“Shit”[/i][/u][/color] Penny’s voice went soft, enough to easily be tuned out by Alicia as Wonderland’s armada continued to pour into the city pressing down on those trying to evacuate the populace. [color=9e0039][u][i]“I’ve got ears on almost everyone here already.”[/i][/u][/color] She would go on to say [color=9e0039][u][i]”If you need to know where someone is just say the name and I can update you. And if you need something taken out, I can do that as well.”[/i][/u][/color] Penny’s voice would crackle with static. [color=9e0039][u][i]“But try to use that as a last resort? I’ll explain once everything is done here.”[/i][/u][/color] [hr] Penny was curled in a ball up against a wall. There were no lights in the room she was in, not that it mattered as her eyes were closed. She was breathing, something that she normally ignored doing while alone as she didn’t really need to. But she needed the action to ground her. Her mind felt like it was one light push from falling apart, even as it felt like it was burning down. She left at the best time for her. Had she stayed for much longer she wasn’t sure if she’d have ever been able to recover. But that didn’t mean she was recovered. She felt fragile in a way that was impossible to put into words. Hearing Alicia’s voice helped. The fact that she was now in the middle of danger didn’t. The fact that Penny could keep an eye on everything happening in Bolorton did help, but also didn’t. She held to keep stopping herself from doing anything else other than listening and watching the fights. Because she wasn’t sure that she’d be able to stop herself once she started. The Engine protocols were blaring in the back of her mind and there was a phantom prickling along her skin, the old itch of a destructive withdrawal. So, she stayed sitting in her dark room, forcing herself to take deep breaths that didn’t really do anything. Ignoring the raging voices in her mind trying to get her to slag the city. All the while wishing she still had the ability to cry, because at least that could release some of this pressure that had landed on her. Quietly praying that nothing bad happened to Alicia. She could survive losing MDP at the moment. She would be devastated for sure, but she would survive. But not Alicia. Not the first person to simply let her be herself.